Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tommy Roe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scion. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.